This is a continuation of my story, Librarian. I've been thinking about what happened with Corrine and Adam.
And there's more to come.
As always this story goes out in memory of Colleen Thomas.
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I groan and wrap my hand in the sandy blonde hair of the woman who has her head in my lap. "Oh yes, you lovely slut. Suck me."
At the sound of my words she trills a lusty response. She pulls at me with more force, tickles my sack with her hand. Her tongue washes over me with greater frequency and she pushes down until her nose rests in my greying pubic hair.
"Jesus!" I exclaim, throwing my head back. The wet, warm feeling of her mouth around my shaft, the tightness of her throat squeezing my crown, is incredible. My eyes lose focus and my body goes taut. A thick haze of heat fills me making my balls jerk in her hand.
She pulls back, proceeds to bob up and down, laving me, sucking me the whole time. Her free hand disappears under her, reaches towards her legs.
I know what she's doing and it shows just how ready she is.
My hand pulls on her hair, drawing her away from my prick. I stand and guide her up as well. Turning, I push her face first to the bed. She lands with her legs spread. Placing myself between them, I raise her pelvis and she come to her knees.
"Ready, woman?" I ask her.
She reaches between her legs, places fingers on her labia and opens herself wide. The pink, dripping interior of her sweet cunt is revealed. Her centre finger curls and straightens, beckoning me to her. "What do you think, you sexy bastard?"
I'm not a man who ignores a lady's invitation. Using the finger she signaled me with as a guide, I guide my steely rod to her entrance. And with a solid shove I push my whole length into her.
"Ah!" she gutters. Her head comes up and her inner muscles squeeze me. She works her hips, driving herself back at me, making me fill her with every millimeter of my cock.
I grunt as her heat surrounds me. Taking her waist I guide her through my strokes. Her ass ripples as I bounce myself against it. This is one of my favourite sights and my primeval instinct comes closer to release.
The slim woman kneeling in front of me grunts with each slap of me against her buttocks. Little growls and hisses punctuate those lusty declarations. Her head tosses, flaying her shoulder length hair around. Pushing her torso up with her arms, one hand takes a small breast and tweaks the nipple.
My teeth grit as her pussy pulses around me. I increase my thrusting speed and strength. The skin around my balls strain and I feel that tightness that signals my release.
She's a second before me. Her arms give way and her upper body falls face first to the bed. A scream barrels from her mouth, muffled by the bedspread covering it. Her cunt snaps tight on me. She quakes and jerks in haphazard movements as her body passes control to her climax.
With a bellow of joy, I shoot into her. I can feel the fluids, hers and mine, sloshing around my prick. The pulsing of her inner walls drives a bright light into my skull and awareness fades. There is nothing but this moment of exquisite bliss.
My perception returns. I'm still kneeling behind her, my member limp but held in place by still quivering muscles. We draw deep, rapid breaths. Our climaxes have taken us on a long run indeed.
Concentrating, I succeed in pulling myself from her. I don't want leave her damp warmth, but I need to lie down.
"Oh!" she whines as I do. The willowy lady stretches herself out as I place myself next to her. Rolling to her side, facing me, an arm and leg reach out and she snuggles close. She rests her head on my shoulder.
My arms go around her and I bask in the warm dampness of her skin against mine. I can feel the slick on her vulva where it presses against my hip.
"Damn! You're a good fuck," the blonde woman exclaims, breaking the silence. Her body tightens and quivers.
"I've no complaints," I reply.
She raises her upper body over me, leans down and gives me a very hot kiss. I pull her close to answer it.
Eventually, she pulls away, gives me a wicked grin. Her grey eyes twinkle with licentious highlights. "Am I as good as the other woman you've been fucking?" she asks then.
"How'd you know about that?" I ask, a little surprise in my voice.
"The torn panties I saw in the bathroom garbage pail," the rumpled woman tells me with a smile. "They weren't mine. And you've never torn mine off. I'd love it if you would though."
"I'll remember that," I grin back at her. "You're not jealous, are you?"
"Hell, no. We just fuck. Why should I be jealous?" Her eyebrows rise and her smile grows curious. "You haven't answered my question. Is she as good as me?"
"Ms. Nevis does just fine. She's a little inexperienced but she's a damned good student."
My paramour's face frowns as she concentrates. Her eyes glance to one side. They come back to mine and she notes, "There's a Ms. Nevis over at the library."
"Yes, Corrine," I tell her, wiggling my eyebrows, "that's the one."
Her eyes grow wide in surprise. "Her?" comes the question, amazement flavouring it. "You're shitting me. No way. That woman wouldn't warm up if you set fire to her."
"Looks can deceive, Elaine."
"Tell me about it. How'd you know? What did you do?" She straddles me, rests her elbows on my broad chest and places her chin in her hands, settling in for a good story.
I recount the project I made of Ms. Nevis, and the act that formed its successful conclusion. Elaine occasionally interrupts. "Cool. Really? Wish I'd seen that. Crotchless?!"
She chuckles when I finish and smiles impishly. "If I'd know what she was like underneath I'd have made a play for her a while ago."
"Are you serious?" I ask her. My eyebrows lift up in curiosity. I hadn't know of this predilection of hers until now.
"Oh yeah," Elaine replies, "she's pretty good looking. That whole spinster oeuvre she projects. It's kinda sexy."
Her hand reaches between us, takes my prick, strokes it gently. "Looks like you're ready again." Her face takes on a lustful glower. "So am I." She mounts me and rides hard.
Half an hour later, Elaine collapses on top of me, completely enervated. I'm in the same shape. My professor is a demanding and very satisfying lover.
We fall asleep that way. And it lasts until after dawn.
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We've had breakfast and showered. The two of us are in my living room. Elaine's wearing a dress shirt of mine. She lounges on the couch, one leg bent perpendicular to it, facing me. The hem of my shirt rests over the soft thatch of hair at the juncture of her legs. She's reading some students' papers and her right hand holds a pen that deftly marks them.
I'm sitting in my recliner, pretending to read but watching her. Her easy sensuality is so intoxicating. My prick starts to harden inside the boxers I'm wearing.
